Freedom for Poor, Abused, Trafficked Voiceless Victims. Freedom for All.
Does freedom really matter, Is it important to fight for liberty?
Even for those we do not know, for voices that cannot be heard
Should we be their encore, for they are daily silenced like doves
This rhetorical question nestles with us when we stay quiet.
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We know we ought to rid nations of impoverishing corruption
We should fight for lives, Black, Syrian, Nigerian, Tamil
Make the world safer, educate every child, in every nation
Feed every homestead, visit every nook, hamlet with opportunity
Though these seem insurmountable, they also go without saying.
Why?
The 20,000 unnamed Nigerian victims of Boko Haram
The trafficked girls from Asia, the sex slaves in Europe
The incarcerated blacks males of America's race wars
The wasted region of Crimea and Chechnya by Russia
Islamic terrorists holding the Middle-East and the world hostage
Every crushed woman, abused man, each scorned child
These deserve a voice, their unsung anthem needs to be raised.
How far are you ready to go for liberty?
Will you march for her, pursue, uproot or let violence toll
Niggling enemies, forces that kill the innocent, bury the brights
Until liberty dies, and freedom sours, and humanity breaks
Like scarce water poured down wasted human baskets.
The greatest prison and the dreariest bondage
The highest tragedy is certainly not what many think
Not lack of food, water, shelter, jobs or a free press
Think about this, what are you and I here to accomplish?
The greatest tragedy is to never become, to never attain it
Wars diverting our intent from creating to raging numb palliatives.
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That man created as the gods, perish everyday like wimpy beasts
Though made princes, we never achieve our purpose and realm
Heirs of estates, totally denied, dying of starvation and disease
Owners of peace, chained by pride, stoking intractable wars
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We deal for bread, yet we go home starving
We drink all night, but morning is a hangover
Learning a whole lot, but never knowing the truth
Claiming to be wise, embracing every foolishness
To have it all and be as hungry as those in penury.
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If you yearn to be free, then clear your eyes to see.
Beyond pecuniary gain, higher than laws, prisons and wars
Take on ancient real pathways, no cliches, no mementoes
Freedom is a man who once walked here — Jesus the Christ
Google Him, search him out. All who find Him lose their chains.
Whom the son has set free is free indeed.
Are you fighting for nothing, yearning your deep seated moans are heard?
You know that though free, you are everywhere in chains, Don't you?
Stop running then, Freedom is calling you.
